What am I doing?

What will happen to my life?

Will I be Happy??

No.

Will my family be Happy?

Yes.

Chanting this I start moving again.
Everyone looks at me and bends towards each other to talk about me.

Am I not looking good?

Have I done any mistake?

Why are people staring at me

I get shivers but nonetheless I walk till the stage when a hand came in-front of me while I look up...

Rakshit's Pov:

Let's not talk about what is happening?

Although she is a nice girl in real, we are as same as white and black, as same as sun and moon and we mix as same as oil and water.

Well today I am here, waiting for my bride who is none other than Kritika Sighania!!

Hardik is just talking rubbish in my ear from past 1 hour.

Suddenly the lights turn dim, the crowd becomes silent and soft music starts playing.

I look up to see her..

And there,

'My breath hitched, Is she really her, Cladded in a red lehenga she looks like a pure rose, unreal for this world, Eternal, that's what she looks like,
Divine, that's how I can define her
Enchanted, that's what I am feeling right now
Is she becoming my woman from now on?
Am I that lucky?
Wait!!
Am I falling for her!!??'

With a jerk, I came out of my thoughts,

What am I thinking, I shaked my head, I need to see a doctor.

Whatever happened right now was just the heat in the moment, forget it Rakshit forget it!!

I went down and offered my hand for her as at least I can be mannerful.

She looked up and that's when our eyes met..

She was nervous, that's obvious but there was something else in her eyes..
They were deep, lonely, hopeful and something more I couldn't figure out.

She accepted my hand and climbed up on the stage with my help.

Our friends bought the garlands and we exchanged them with some drama as Indian weddings are nothing without lifting the bride and groom while they exchange garlands.

We posed for some pictures and the guests congratulated us.

"Kya hua, itni jaldi darr gye kya musjhse", she said suddenly leaning towards me a little,

("What happened, scared of me so soon?")

"Aur aapko asia kyu lagta hai Mrs.Kapoor?", I asked with the same mischievous tone,

("And why do you think that Mrs. Kapoor?")

She closed her eyes in irritation but then opened them immediately,

"Aaj 'boltu tota' thoda chup hai isliyeee"

("Today the 'annoying parrot' is a little quiet that's why?")

"'Boltu tota'?" I asked being amused,

("Annoying parrot?")

"Mujhe laga aaj angry bird kuch zada hi angry hai" I said smirking,

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